On Friday I was snuggled in my bed having a rather delicious dream about the delectable David Beckham *sigh* when suddenly my phone started pinging away like crazy. Mr C at this point may have cursed my inability to remember to switch my phone off. I may have cursed that David Beckham was no longer in bed with me.
I (slightly) grumpily fumbled for my phone, my eyes still adjusting I read a tweet congratulating me on making the BiBs shortlist. Eh? I was completely befuddled which is not an unusual for me in the morning. Then I was sent a link. I scanned down the list and right there under Fresh Voice was the name of my blog. I woke Mr C with a voice that I think was calm. Mr C would say it was near hysteria. I thrust my phone under his nose and squeaked at him,
“what do you see on that list?”
He sleepily replied,”erm, you, yes you under Fresh Voice. Haha Fresh. Fresh.”
I interrupted his sarcasm with a
not actual wee (well nearly), that was the sound I was making because I was so giddy. This is not false modesty I really did not expect to be on that shortlist. Thank you to those lovely, lovely people who took the time to vote for me. I am completely flabbergasted; over the moon, dancing on air, annoyingly excited. You get it, I was all of the clichés. I still can’t believe it though. So much so that I still keep checking that I am on that list. I was driving Mr C bonkers because I didn’t know what to do with myself and I still don’t know what to do with myself. I then realised that the first thing I needed to do was to say thank you, so I sent a tweet before I remembered that I still had the school run to do and a nursery to look round. I needed to calm down so I decided to ring my mum….
Transcript of phone call (as far as I can remember)
Mum: Why are you ringing so early, have you seen the time? It’s quarter to 8 in the morning. Are the kids ok? Oh no what’s happened? Are you ok? Have you fallen down your flipping stairs again?
Me: I’ve got something really exciting to tell you, I’ve been short…..
Mum: Michael, not like that, no, no ,what are you doing!
Me: Sorry Mum, is this a bad time?
(Mum shouting even louder)
Mum: Michael, your form is all wrong!
Me: Mum, what on earth are you doing?
Mum: oh nothing I am just helping your father with his yoga.
(Me making gagging sound)
Me: Oh good god Mum no. Please, I don’t want those images in my head.
Mum: Don’t be such a prude Emma, it’s the best way. Michael, higher, raise it higher. Get it up there.
Me: Erm Mum, I’m still here and…
Mum: The leg Michael, get that leg in the air. I’m sorry he is attempting a very complicated move at the moment. He is attempting a shoulder bridge. Michael, clench those buttocks!
(Me feeling very queasy)
Me: I feel sick. I have actual sick in my mouth.
Mum: Why are you ringing anyway? Actually don’t tell me, I don’t have time. Me and your father are heading out to a party.
Me: Oh that will be lovely. What time does it start?
Me: 3pm that’s a funny time for a party
Mum: Well it’s a drop in party and I’ve got to pick up your Nan. It’s a long drive too. It’s for your second cousin twice removed. It’s her 80th party.
Me: Ooh, very rock and roll.
Mum: No need for your sarcasm Emma.
Mum: Yes, we were going to stop for lunch at the pub next to the graveyard where your grandad is buried. Anyway I have made a total boob. I booked us for lunch into the pub but you will never guess what, it has become a curry house. Well you know what a curry does to me….
Me: Yes Mum, please don’t say it.
Mum: My delicate stomach…..
Me: Don’t say it.
Mum. Like a waterfall, it comes out of me like a waterfall.
Me: You said it.
Mum: And your Nan…
(Me now shouting)
Me: I’m hanging up
Mum: She would be trumping like a trooper.
(Me now with a resigned voice)
Me: Mum, I will call later. I’ve got to go now and do the school run.
Mum: Oh ok then, probably wise as your father is about to attempt downward dog and I haven’t shut the blinds. Not yet Michael, you will be flashing Eunice in all of your glory.
I did finally tell my Mum but that is a whole other post. 🙂
Please vote for me
I don’t think I need to tell you how much I adore blogging. If you don’t know then please read the post I wrote a while back in which I said thank you to all you lovely people. You can read it>>>>>here.
I am going to be completely honest and put myself out there and tell you that I don’t think I have any chance of getting to the final but I would love to get there. LOVE TO. I have never won an award so I already feel like I have won because you have got me shortlisted. These blogging awards are quite a big deal in the blogging world. The BiBs is organised by Brit Mums and it is the Britain’s largest and most influential collective of lifestyle and social influencers – eeeeeeeks! There were –
- 50,000 votes
- Over 12 cateogories
Somehow I have manged to get on the shortlist where some of the most amazing and beautiful blogs didn’t. I feel very honoured. If you kindly decide to vote for me then thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. It really does mean a lot (I wanted to say the world but I refrained.*proud face*)
X Factor Cheese
I feel like I am stood on the stage at the X-Factor, microphone in hand and I am asking you, the audience, not to send me home. Please don’t send me home yet as I am having a ball. If I had an amazing voice I would now stun you into silence with some amazing rendition of ‘(I’ve had) the time of my life’. It would be amazing because two people actually sing that song and it would just be me but you appreciate the gesture. It’s the song from Dirty Dancing. Now I never need an excuse for a bit of cheese so here it is but instead of singing “I’ve had” we need to change it to “I’m having” because I really am
” having the time of my life – blogging”
See what I have done there! Vote for me and I promise to stop coming out with more drivel like that 😉 You can find information on how to vote below the video but in the meantime – enjoy!
How to vote
Make sure that no one puts my blog in the corner*
You can only vote for me in Fresh Voice and you can only vote the once otherwise your vote will be disqualified. To vote please click on the link >>>>> here
* I apologise for swiping one of the best lines from Dirty Dancing and ruining it forever – “no one puts Baby in the corner”